By Dorothy Lipovenko
The buffet dinner hummed with a festive air: plates of fragrant chicken; amiable chatter; little gifts of scented soap and candles, opened with unrestrained glee.
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By Dorothy Lipovenko
It’s a synagogue that opens its doors but once a year.
Here, at Montreal’s Jewish General Hospital, a sunlit space used for medical seminars on mending the body is transformed — for three days, at Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur — into a sanctuary to comfort the soul.
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By Dorothy Lipovenko
It has neither the quiet sophistication of a samovar nor the humble rumble of a rolling pin. But is there a cooking utensil with a more
Yiddishe soul than the
hakmeser, the indispensable hand-held chopping knife whose seamless crossing from shtetl to New World is still in evidence today?
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